October 12th 2039, The Pentagon The President walked through a long list of corridors as they made their way to the sub-levels of the Pentagon, completely surrounded by cyborg Secret Service agents. He went through the list of doors until he came to the heart of the underground complex, an enormous room full of terminals and a huge screen on the walls that shown the map of the world and dozens upon dozens of statistics. The room was crowded with over fifty people from various agency, specifically the CIA. As the President walked into the room, he was then led by a young pigtailed haired women to a room where he met with government officials and multiple important individuals. Once the room was in order, the President took his seat at the head of the table and held his hands together in a gesture. "Alright, we don't have much time. I want to keep this as brief as possible due to security reasons." the president said. "If anything needs to be said, let's begin."
Minvera was staring off to the side, observing the screen and all the statistics that moved across it. She silently dedicated the information to memory, seeing as how numbers and information was her main lifeline for business. She could probably make a killing off the information she saw with the right buyer. As she stared, an agent came back nudging her before shaking his head, easily glaring at her. "What?" she said as she looked up at him before putting her hands on the table, showing them already cuffed. "You going to blindfold me too?" She snapped before noticing the President. "Oh, sorry Mr. President. When you're ready."
The President nodded as he looked over to the screen, which quickly opened up with a logo of the symbolic red 'T' of the ancient Knights Templar inside of a black circle with a red logo. Inside of the circle and the T was a realistic grey skull with one eye, while the other contained an eyepatch. "Templar Industries, the most powerful PMC in the world. Last year it made another jump in the stock market by almost 58% after the terrorist attack in Madrid last year, in which they've responded with devastating force." The President spoke before one other official spoke. "Since what happened in Uganda about seven years ago, they've been a major driving force in establishing a 'War Economy' between multiple African nations, and believe it or not despite the endless violence, their economies actually improved. Templar practically owns all of those African nations now. Not only are they successful to keeping their own economy’s flowing, but it's been making waves elsewhere. Liberia, Bolivia, Cambodia. And if what we've estimated is correct, all of Central America within two years would see unrest.” One female official turned around and spoke. “Although claiming themselves to be a PMC, Templar is known to frequently gave aid to terrorists and international criminals, doing business with the very things they are known to destroy. They also the largest supplier of cybernetic technology on the planet and has arms suppliers worldwide.” She spoke before the image of a young man with spiky brown hair came onto the screen. “We’ve sent one of our operatives, Nathan Dwight, to investigate the activities of Templar. While we’ve found nothing much, he apparently stumbled onto something big before we lost all communications.” The female official spoke before an audio recording began to play, sounds of gunshots playing through the background. “This is Dwight.....Templars found me. I’ve gone through nothing but useless trivial information such as business dealings and other crap. But there is something serious that Templar is involved with in the future....” the sound of a loud explosion echoed loudly in the distance before he quickly spoke again. “I don’t have much time, but the world isn’t ready for what’s going to happen....Templar is involved in something huge. Please...act qu- OH GOD NO!” the message stopped after that, but not before the sound of a gunshot drawn the message to a close. The woman then looked back at the group. “Dwight was found dead upon further inspection. But Dwight has confirmed out suspicions that Templar is possibly onto something. Other than business dealings, Templar is extremely secretive in terms of any scientific projects. Even with our best attempts, we could only get a glimpse into their level of tech. Not to mention a fanatical following that number in the hundreds of millions world-wide for their leader, Lubek Valentinovich, the Russian CEO and Founder who is practically worshiped by his followers as a revolutionary. If the United States went to war against Templar, we would be defeated in several hours. They're that powerful. ” “Fortunately enough, we’ve managed to pinpoint their base of operations. While they have offices around the world, with their major public headquarters in Boston, Dwight found that the location of the distress cry came from the Russian Taymyr Peninsula. From what we’ve gathered from the only photo of its existence, Templar has constructed a heavily fortified military base in the area. If Dwight was true about what he’s found, then we’re dealing with a major international crisis.” The President replied. “We cannot send any of our men and women into the area; it could also possibly spark something we’d rather avoid at all costs. Which is why we’re sending ‘reliable’ PMC related soldiers to deal with them.”
Adam Saxon, Minister of defence for Britain stood as the elevator went down to the basement holding an important file in his hands. Once the Elevator doors opened he squeezed past and headed into a room where genetic and cybernetic engineeer's were fixing up the errors of the power band to make sure it doesn't cause any muscle spasm's at unwanted times. Meaning while it was off and to keep her alive she was hooked to a portable generator. Adam approached her and placed the file on a nearby table. "Well Sis, seems you've got a mission, direct from my ministry. I would of sent the S.A.S though that wont cut it. We needed someone on the same level as Templar industries, so naturally we looked for ex templar industries cyborgs. When we couldn't find any I came to you. (turning to the engineers) Are you guys done, I would prefer speak to her in private." The engineers nodded as they sent a quick charge of electricity to one of the sevos and watched it spin before re-attaching the power band over the exposed muscle of Maria. "So Adam, What is it that Abstergo's doing? Al-Qaeda back? ISIS? updating North Korea's weaponry from the 1970's?" After Adam shook his head Maria nodded "Okay, Templar industries are up to something thats not any of that. What is it." Adam pointed to the file which Maria began to read. "Yep, thats right, you'll be heading to Russia with a bunch of other people straight out of a Marvel S.H.I.E.L.D comic. Now unhook yourself and follow me." Maria removed the wires and moved her arms. She wasn't dead nor did she have a muscle spasm. She followed her brother outside into a black rolls royce with a large screen inside and a holographic keyboard. Adam typed something on it and a Skype video chat appeared with a link to the pentagon as they began the five hour drive to Gatwick airport.
"Mr and Ms Saxon, pleasure that you could accompany us." The President said as the brother and sister appeared on a small section of the screen. "I believe that you have already been filled in with what has been occurring, so there is no need for us to repeat ourselves. But let's continue" "We've made contact with another....'potential' candidate for this mission, you would know her as 'Minvera'. It would just be you two for a while, but we have information that a third individural was somewhere in Siberia, and he's single handedly wiping out Templar battalions by the pack. We don't even know if he's on our side, but he has a hell of a grudge against Templar. So while you're inside Russia, if you encounter the name "Blackbird", run." "Another name that you don't wish to hear would be 'Blackout', the Head of Templar intelligence and Spec-Ops. He's also Valentinovich's second in command and a former subject of a Templar Military Program that we only know as 'Operation Apex'. Extremely dangerous, never encounter alone." The President paced around slowly for a moment. "I don't wish to risk the lives of you two, but it seems that we don't have a choice. If we send in our own soldiers, we've practically started WW3. As cheesy as this sounds, the possible fate of humanity would be in your hands" "President Elliott, the mission?" the women reminded the older man, who chuckled before looking at the screen once more. "Military assistance won't be possible, but we could provide you with humanitarian assistance. Food, water, nano-paste if you need it. We'll do our best to keep the two of you alive."
"Got it and by the way I'm not Saxon. Well I havent been for the past 12 years when my father and mother broke up. Now my mother and my step mum is against me and everyone who goes the cybernetics route as part of the biggest pro-natural group in europe. So its not Saxon anymore its Lawrence. Also I guess I'll be meeting this Minvera at Moscow international. Also If you have my records which I'm sure my brother here has forwarded my 'patient' files to you so while you can call me Subject #2 I would prefer if you call me Maria or my codename Vixen." Maria spoke to the president as they speedily made their way to the Airport with the motorway's parting to allow their car and other black Mercedes, Bentley's and Rolls-Royce's to speed through and at this rate the 5 hour drive would be knocked down to only two.
"Sure thing, Vixen" President Elliott replied. "Most of the information never really got through, must have been a filing error by someone back in one of the offices. Nevermind..." The President looked at the two and chuckled. "This reminds me of that time when I served during the Gulf War in my younger years, cant believe that was almost fifty years ago. Sometimes, I question myself if the entire campaign was really worth it? But anyway, enough about me reminiscing about the past. Despite 'Blackout', Templar has several other cyborg and even natural officers. While they are not at the level that 'Blackout' sits, they are still extremely dangerous, so we exercise caution." "I could speak for the American people that we would be proud for you being able to undertake this mission, even though the American people must never know the existence of this mission. The Russian President has been alerted and we will grantee you safe and quick access to the location. Unfortunately, making it across the ground would take five times longer than flight. What makes it worse is that Templar established an area of fifty kilometers from their suspected base of operations as a no-fly zone. Anything we would try and send over would get blasted out the sky. This means that you would have to undergo a HALO jump from 30,000 ft as close as we could to the enemy encampment."
"So," Minerva interjected. "We're going to Russia where we'll be HALO dropped into what we can consider the most well-guarded establishment on Planet Earth built in the remote, northern frozen tundras of Siberia? And we'll have to find out what this 'big thing' your man stumbled across is, stop it from being deployed, and probably cripple an entire PMC with this little incursion of ours?" She leaned back in her, putting her hands under the table to fiddle with the handcuffs as she spoke. "Well, I'm can't say this is the best plan but seeing as how it's Templar, I'm sure it's the best we can come up with for the time being. Anything else, Mr. President?"
The cold bleakness only brought memories to the tall man, wearing a dark hood that hid his face save for three glowing red orbs peering out of the darkness. He looked out upon frozen forest and frost covered mountains from the high tower of the HQ of Templar. He was in a large, dark room, filled with holographic monitors showing all kinds of data shifts, monitoring his officers, incoming broadcasts from both enemy and ally alike. Visions of the past came to his mind's eye, remembering the KGB project that made him one of the world's deadliest men. Recently, he and a small group of other Templar officials, under the permission of Lubek Valentinovich. He had established connections with crime syndicates and large corporate businesses in at least fifty countries, and right now, and was currently focused on dealings with the Chinese for use of experiments with stem-cell research going to be used in new experimental research. Recently, he had advised to Lubek that good connections with the North Koreans could prove valuable, and thus Templar Industries has secretly provided them with nuclear weapons. And now, the tall man, Adrian Stromausfall, known by many as Blackout, was planning on supplying several terrorist groups, their primary interest being Al Qaeda. Adrian was good friends with their Islamic representative, Jahim Al-Barim, which could prove useful for the times to come. The Templar had plans... and they were big.....
Pulling out some files Adam spoke up. "The plane that you will be taking you to the drop zone is an Ilyushin Il-112 light military transport aircraft. A joint team of Russian and Royal air force pilots will be organizing and overseeing your drop. No Americans as part of the Russian Presidents point of agreement. You will receive your equipment once you arrive in Russia including guns and armour. I have taken the liberty of disguising my sisters flight into Russia by getting her onto the prime-ministers flight to Moscow for the UK. France and Germany's discussion with Russia about abolishing the gay propaganda laws. So... yeah. We are approaching Gatwick and will be heading off in an hour then after that its another 3 hours and 55 minutes. I will be overseeing from my office thanks to some terror concerns in the UK stopping me from going but the Russian minister of defence has been covertly informed and will be helping run the show over their. Adam Saxon Minister of Defence signing off." Adam then turned to Maria and spoke. "You can't go on a president's plane looking like your just got discharged from the hospital, though thanks to me your on the security team of the prime-minister. At least until you meet up with the defence minister and while the president is driven away to the Kremlin in one car you'll be driven to a military airbase where the plane is kept and you can finally dress the way you want for the mission. Until then its white blouse, black blazer, black knee length pencil skirt, skin tone tights and black heels." He then averted his eyes allowing Maria to get dressed unaware that while he did say signing off he didn't technically end the call allowing the president to see her getting changed. After she was finished was when Adam discovered his mistake who quickly ended the call while Maria wasn't looking. As they then got onto the plane Maria then re-established the skype-call from her room on her plane. Looking more like an MI5 agent than she had previously.
"I believe we have nothing else, Minerva." President Elliot spoke before nodding in agreement. "I don't believe we have anything else to speak about relating to the mission. Other than that, we wish for the best of the success of the mission." (Time-skip?)
(Small one, sure.) The tall man headed to a small empty hallway right outside of the monitor room, pressed a button, and went down an elevator to his old friend, Valentinovich. Soon, very soon, a grand scheme would be put into action...
(Yeah, I was thinking of a few hours at least or a day at most.) Lubek Valentinovich was a man in his mid 50's, and was the founder and CEO of the most powerful private company on the planet. Born in Russia, Valentinovich had fairly short blonde hair that was on the verge of going gray and a goatee. Along this was a light gray suit with a black shirt and red tie. He appeared wise in nature, and it was this characteristic of his nature that allowed him to amass such a high number of followers worldwide. He was working at his desk when the Tall Man walked through the door. Other than him, he was one of a very select number of people that he truly trusted, especially since an occurrence twenty years earlier almost got him killed.
Adrian spoke. It was certainly ominous, nearly inhuman and almost even demonic. He spoke in an incredibly deep, electronically distorted and garbled voice, like a computer with gravel in the loud-speakers. The German accent was also fairly thick, but he was no less understandable. "I picked up satellite feed of the Americans. They are sending in an agent by the name of Minerva. We are currently unaware if this is an alias."
(I'm up for it.) Minerva left the Pentagon, handing her cuffs over to her Secret Service escort on the way out. She departed from DC and the US on civilian airliner, as to remain inconspicuous on her way to Moscow. Though, she'd rather fly in charter the Underground usually sends her on, she felt this matter was well above the Undergrounds authority. She pulled her phone out of her and began tapping away out on it, typing down all the info she saw not pertaining to the mission before selling it off to some rich conspiracy theorist in Utah. She kicked back and relaxed as she could in the cramped airliner on it's way to Moscow. After a bit of flying, the plane touched down in the Moscow International. Minerva exited from the terminal before waiting outside the airport, researching and waiting for her contact, "Vixen".
(I'm all for it) Walking out of the airport merged with the real security team of the prime-minister she nodded to Minerva and simply said "Minerva." As she did a quick scan to find the correct car and the Russian Defence minister that would take them to the airbase and the troop transport plane that would lead them their siberian drop zone. When she got a visual she nudged Minerva and gestured with her head walking over to him.
Minerva kept silent as she stuck with her apparent partner for the mission. She put her phone away and kept her hands in her pocket and let Vixen do the talking for now.
Lubek looked up directly at his most trusted officer, and friend of his. He sighed as he took of his glasses and faced the officer. "So, they are sending agents then? The Americans are wise to not intervene with military action, but what they are doing is still breaking international law." Lubek then stood up from his chair. "We can't make out move until the 'Sons of God' make their move in Mecca. Once that happens, everything is going straight to hell." "We will keep an eye on them, and this agent. If they send another one, then we'll respond accordingly."
"Okay, remember what you were taught at the lab over the past 10 years." Maria thought to herself as she approached the man who was driving. "Добрый день товарищ. Мы лисица и Минерва, и мы здесь для богатых женщин (Dobryy den' tovarishch . My lisitsa i Minerva , i my zdes' dlya bogatykh zhenshchin (Good day comrade. We are vixen and minerva and we are here for the rich women of the northern hemisphere meeting.))" That meeting phrase was terrible but it seemed to have worked as the minister opened the door and began the drive to the airfield. While in there He produced two long cases. "your guns for the mission. Ammo and the rest of your equipment will be given to you on the plane" His accent was thick and somewhat had the whiff of Vodka on it but Maria took the case and opened it revealing a assault rifle (designed for and named after the program she had been on for 10 years.) and a British made pistol both with her favourite shade of red on parts of the weapon.
Minerva listened closely, decrypting what they say enough to be able to under the sentences before opening her case. In side was her prized high-frequency blade she obtained from her job with Underground and her standard KAP 40 machine pistol. She smiled faintly, remembering the all the previous missions she's pulled before closing her case. "...Rich Women of the Northern Hemisphere meeting? Is that even a thing?"
